I Am Elvis

Chapter 1 My Room

Leah woke up, thinking it was just a normal day. She yawned and stretched and opened her eyes. "What!?" She gasped, looking around. She was in my room, only it didn't really look like my room. It looked dark and a little creepy. The windows were boarded up so no daylight could get in and the only source of light I had was an old lamp that sat next to my bed. I was sitting in the corner, crying into a pillow. Leah stood up weakly and slowly walked over to me. "Uh, hello?" She gulped as she tapped me on the shoulder. Even though I knew she was there, her touch still made me jump. It had been so long since I last felt human hands. I looked up at her, with my eyes puffy and my nose all runny I must have looked like crud. "Woah," Leah jumped back, "Did anyone ever tell you that you look just like Elvis Presley?" "I am Elvis," I replied. "No you're not," she laughed, "You couldn't be! Elvis is dead!" "Oh yeah? When did Elvis die?" I asked her that just to test her. "August 16, 1977," she replied, sounding all smart and stuff. I was impressed, "You're very smart." "Thanks. My name's Leah Barnett," she shook my hand. Boy, her hands were so soft and warm...I wanted to hold her hand forever. "Now, would you mind telling me your real name, dream guy?" She crossed her arms. "I am Elvis," I said, sternly. "Fine..you don't have to tell me your name if you don't want to," she rolled her eyes. That made me a little mad. How was I going to convince her that it's me? I need someone to believe in me.

"Next thing I know, you're probably gonna try to get me to believe this is Graceland," she laughed. "This is," I replied. "Whatever," Leah sighed. "You may look like Elvis, but this looks nothing like Graceland." "I know. She's ruined my home," I sighed. "Who?" Leah looked clueless. "Priscilla," I said, wiping a tear from my eye. Leah's shoulders dropped and she made a face, "Are you serious? Do I look stupid to you?" "Trust me, I'm telling the truth," I stood up to make eye contact with her. She looked right into my eyes and blushed. I started to blush and sweat a little. "H-how long have you been here?" She asked, breaking the awkward silence. "I'm not sure," I shrugged, "I think I woke up here a couple days ago. I've been so depressed and lonely." "Mhm," Leah put her hands on her hips, all sassy like, "Have you tried to look for a way out of here?" My bedroom door had a huge bulky lock on it and I hadn't been able to find a key or anything. "What's the point?" I sighed, "I can't find a key for the door...and even if there was a key, why should I leave? No one would care if I just stayed here to rot away." "You're a very good actor," she smirked. "I-I'm serious!" I started to get emotional, "When are you gonna believe me?" "I don't know what to believe right now," she shrugged, "This is all just some weird dream!" She walked over to a chair in the corner and picked it up. "What are you doing?" I asked. "I'm gonna get out of here," she grunted, throwing the chair through the boarded window. It was night time. All the stars were in the sky, surrounding the half moon. Leah looked out the window and down at the ground below, "Hmmm...I didn't think this through." 

"I suppose I could jump out...after all it is just a dream," she mumbled. "Don't do anything dumb," I sighed. "Whelp, I guess when I fall I'll wake up," she said, about to jump out the window. "Leah!" I shouted, grabbing her and pulling her aside. "What!?" She yelled. "Do you not have any sense? You could die!" I shook her. "This is stupid!" She tore herself away from my grip, "Everything is stupid! I'm stupid...and you're stupid!" I stood there, with my head against the wall, trying not to let her words get to me. She went over to the door and started to bang on it loudly. "What the heck are you doing now!?" I cried. She was screaming bloody murder and beating on the door like a drum. "Stop it! You're gonna get yourself killed!" I grabbed her hand. "Oh yeah? By who? Priscilla?" She scoffed. "Yes!" I said. I heard footsteps coming. I gasped and shoved Leah into a closet. Knowing her, she probably wasn't going to keep quiet for me. "What the heck!?" Leah yelled. "Shh! Be quiet!" I closed the closet door. A chainsaw started to cut around my bedroom door and Priscilla kicked it down, with the chainsaw in her hand. "Hello, Elvis," she cooed.